I'm with you

By Zeke Reich


Well, I'm really into Burroughs,
I know this guy who says he's like the father of collage.
Trippy shit. I'm gonna go through Kerouac,
Ferlinghetti, all those guys.
I was on this Ginsberg kick, have you read Howl?
Remember at camp, that day on the porch,
that kid Michael D. was playing the drums,
hitting the side of the post,
and Justin the counselor started to chant?
He was just talking, saying whatever,
it sounded so good. I think you were there.
Or it might have been the day when you were feeling sick.
It was pretty sunny but you said your stomach hurt
and you didn't leave the bunk that afternoon.
It was the day I bent some of your Magic cards.
You had an awesome deck, you won all summer but I didn't mind.
But in the air that day there was a smell,
like fresh electric drops of cloud,
and I guess I didn't feel like playing.
When your cards got bent you sort of spazzed
and I went out to smell the air.
And most of our bunkmates were out on the porch,
that kid Michael D. was playing the drums,
hitting the side of the post,
and Justin the counselor started to chant.
It sounded so good, it sounded like Ginsberg.
That guy is a god. You have to read that poem.
Anyway, I gotta go to class.
See you soon, my friend--